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    Medieval-fantasy style Homestuck fanfic. Someday, it may have a real plot!

    Not in chronological order.

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  1. Rec 7

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    15 Mar 2024

  2. Rec 48

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    Astarion doesn't care if this stupid ugly bear is trying to be nice. He's far too distracted by his own problems; namely the yawning, unending, cavernous ache in his stomach that refuses to go away.

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    08 Mar 2024

  3. Rec 93

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    “Oh, gods. Don’t tell me you have delusions of taming me.”

    “Taming you? No, I have no such aspirations,” Wyll says, his voice a muted, steady tenor. “All I’ve ever wanted was to set you free.”

    Prince Charming catches himself a vampire.

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    03 Mar 2024

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    “You know what it is, to need to feed.” He peers down at his nails idly, “Eating a prepared meal is all well and good, but its leagues away from living prey.” Astarion expects to see Halsin react, flinch away from the vampire’s brutal desire laid bare.

    “Many apex predators prefer to consume their catch before it’s life has fully extinguished.” Halsin responds, contemplative and nonplussed. “The cave bear feels this too, both when I wear it’s pelt and not.”

    That piques Astarion’s interest. The druid lifts his hand, the fluttering breeze and golden leaves that heralded his magic shimmering briefly. When it fades Halsin’s hand is decidedly more paw shaped.

    “These claws are anchored to my bone, when they rend flesh I feel it throughout my skeleton to my very core. Do you find yourself feeling at odds with your nature, cub?” His voice is different, softened around teeth like daggers peeking out from under scarred lips.

    “Not at odds, no. But, I am famished.”
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    02 Mar 2024

  5. Rec 8

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    Flint awakens in his cabin the day after setting sail for the Urca with a chest somehow as miraculously full as a nursing mother, and wonders if he’s actually fucking cursed.

    He retrieves the looking glass he uses to shave–ornate and gilded, stolen off of a Dutch merchant some seven years ago–from his sea chest. Briskly stripping out of his shirt, he moves nearer to the window to have enough light to survey the situation. The reflective surface reveals the problem in far more detail, and he frowns all the mightier: his chest, ordinarily comprised of the hard and defined muscle of a life spent sailing, has swollen to… concerning proportions. The flesh has softened and ballooned into heavy mounds, the skin taut and full.

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    19 Feb 2024